I Hit enter and my new FoldingStory appeared,

I Hit enter and my new FoldingStory appeared, along with the previous lines. My heart skipped a beat as i read through, as my cluelessness paid off. My story actually made sense!

Who am I kidding? Folding Stories don't make any sense! I was desperately giving myself a a pep talk as I tried to keep to ≤180 characters. FS was an obsession. I'd lost 180 lbs.

One for each word.180 pounds in a week,but I did it!I had the ultimate fold!Comedy,drama,thrill,a prosperous plot,it was all there...but they will never get me!

But my sense of victory was short lived. The editors of folding story had been hired to kill me.

Realization that the FoldingStory editors were gonna kill me dawned on me as if someone had cracked a raw egg over my head. I had only meant to have a little fun here. I never

but that is not written in stone. I think I have had more than my share of blood and ink lit by the rising sun. I think I will do my next "edit" under a desert noon sun.

Something romantic about this, going back to college days. How deluded we were, but how influential this delusion has been. The noontime sun is at its apogee, you can say.

"Where's the conflict?" Asked my date. "What?" I replied, waking from my college daydream. "Dude, every good relationship has conflict," she said, and hurled a full glass of wine

into the toilet as I held back her hair. "I'm sorry, Hon, but I don't do conflict," I said, and she broke up with me. Later she felt conflicted about it and we now have nine kids.